Sara Robinson, founder of the Lonesome Mountain Pros(e) Writers Workshop, is poetry columnist for Southern Writers Magazine. Additionally she teaches a course on Contemporary American Poetry for the UVA/OLLI program. Her previous publications include her memoir about her parents(Love Always, Hobby and Jessie); three poetry books: Two Little Girls in a Wading Pool; A Cruise in Rare Waters; and Stones for Words(2014). She is currently working on her next book of poetry based on her father's published photo journals depicting the lives of people in her hometown of Elkton, VA.

Her poetry has appeared in various publications(including Poetica Magazine) and anthologies(including We Grew Wings and Flew, The Blue Ridge Anthology, and Scratch AgainsSara Robinson, founder of the Lonesome Mountain Pros(e) Writers Workshop, is poetry columnist for Southern Writers Magazine. Additionally she teaches a course on Contemporary American Poetry for the UVA/OLLI program. Her previous publications include her memoir about her parents(Love Always, Hobby and Jessie); three poetry books: Two Little Girls in a Wading Pool; A Cruise in Rare Waters; and Stones for Words(2014). She is currently working on her next book of poetry based on her father's published photo journals depicting the lives of people in her hometown of Elkton, VA.

Her poetry has appeared in various publications(including Poetica Magazine) and anthologies(including We Grew Wings and Flew, The Blue Ridge Anthology, and Scratch Against the Fabric,2015).She resides near Charlottesville, VA.Website: www.saramrobinson.com...more

Stand By! I have a poetry book in the works with pre-release copies likely available in Nov/Dec 2011. Publication for general market likely Jan 2012I hope to submit some examples in Goodreads and other venues in the meantime.My poetry style is free verse/prose and will include topics on war, hometown, coming of age, and love.

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Black PelicanOn a roughed up seaThe hunt beginsFood in the formOf liberated infantsIs just below the surfaceAnd all the fowlWith their watering mouthsBlack PelicanOn a roughed up seaThe hunt beginsFood in the formOf liberated infantsIs just below the surfaceAnd all the fowlWith their watering mouths waitAt the bar for must the rightMoment to fill empty gullets

Half shells wash up duringThe night and still glistenWith the emptiness leftAfter oysters and clamsHave long gone to foodFor others who have searchedAnd waited for just the right spice

And in just a small momentA tiny pearl was pushedOver to my handThe hand that held the whisky

The book, found, dusty and tornstill had its pages intact.Leftover from the old library,it would start the new one.Pages as seedsSenjaray, Afghanistan

The book, found, dusty and tornstill had its pages intact.Leftover from the old library,it would start the new one.Pages as seeds to start anew an oasis for ideas.

A school closed for years had a chance to open for the winter.The fighting groups battled tough through a hot summer-the violent season.Grenades that had found young bodies and abandoned houses were silent.The school's role as fortress was finished-walls now only holding secrets and bullet remains.

Daily threats of mortars and small arms kept parents and neighbors panicked.Children, dimmed and desparate, fought everyone as the enemy.They used guns too big to handle, too heavy to aim, but it didn'matter.Their chests absorbed the blasts and the kicks-killed by those that knowledge threatens.

They have barely the winter to get the school back in order.Teachers will come, the leader said. I have money and can pay them to live right here.Our own will teach our own.Our village will have smart kids and they can fight the enemy with stealth and tactics.

Back along a shattered wall, shelves leaning but in place,a soldier put the found book on its side next to a helmet.Using his blood-stained scarf, he gave a gentle wipe to the cover.WAR AND PEACEAt last somewhere it might be read....more"

This book is magnificent. A must read for anyone who has even the least amount of curiosity about cancer and how treatments for it evolved. The writing is crisp, with enough science to keep it from being trivial and with the prose to keep it moving aThis book is magnificent. A must read for anyone who has even the least amount of curiosity about cancer and how treatments for it evolved. The writing is crisp, with enough science to keep it from being trivial and with the prose to keep it moving and captivating. I have been suggesting this book to all I know!

The author is articulate and sensitive in his writing style. The subject of cancer is so huge that to bring it to earth among the plebians is a tremendous feat. Kudos to Mukherjee....more

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"Poetry is the synthesis of hyacinths and biscuits." -- Carl Sandburg
“God has a brown voice, as soft and full as beer.” —Anne Sexton
On Clouds – “…what primitive tastes the ancients must have had if their poets were inspired by those absurd, untidy clumps of mist, idiotically jostling one another about…” —Yevgeny Zamyatin
“If the poet wants to be a poet, the poet must force the poet to revise. If the poet doesn’t wish to revise, let the poet abandon poetry and take up stamp-collecting or real estate.” —Donald Hall
“Poetry is a rich, full-bodied whistle, cracked ice crunching in pails, the night that numbs the leaf, the duel of two nightingales, the sweet pea that has run wild, Creation’s tears in shoulder blades.” —Boris Pasternak
“Wanted: a needle swift enough to sew this poem into a blanket.” —Charles Simic
“Language is a cracked kettle on which we beat out tunes for bears to dance to, while all the time we long to move the stars to pity.” —Gustave Flaubert
“Poetry is not an expression of the party line. It’s that time of night, lying in bed, thinking what you really think, making the private world public, that’s what the poet does.” —Allen Ginsberg
“I think one of poetry’s functions is not to give us what we want… [T]he poet isn’t always of use to the tribe. The tribe thrives on the consensual. The tribe is pulling together to face the intruder who threatens it. Meanwhile, the poet is sitting by himself in the graveyard talking to a skull.” —Heather McHugh
“I am ashamed of my century, but I have to smile” —Frank O’Hara
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Q&A with Sara Robinson, author of Love Always, Hobby and Jessie
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